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Triggered pt 2.

Lukes pov.

I headed towards Biology, which, thankfully was in the same building as the cafeteria. Isaac walked with me since we had the same class. As we walked towards the classroom, I was surprised to see Erica walking ahead of us. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of having a class with her.

I watched as she walked into a classroom, which I assumed was Bio, and quickened my pace. When I walked into the classroom I saw Mr. Mason sitting at his desk, and I handed him my sign-in sheet. After signing it, he told me to take an empty seat. I looked around and to my surprise and delight, Erica's table was the only one with an empty seat.

I hurried over and quickly sat down. Erica didn't look at me though. Since class didn't start for a few more minutes I took this as my chance to talk with her.

I turned in my seat so that I was facing her. I wondered a moment about what I should say to her, and I decided to go with the flow was the best course of action,

"Hello I'm Luke, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said.

Erica turned her head to face me. Her face was blank, not giving anything away,
" I'm Erica, but I'm guessing you already knew that,"

I was confused and I guessed my face showed because Erica added

"The people at this school have a nasty habit of gossiping about outsiders,"

I thought that was a bit egotistical of her to assume we were talking about her and her family

"That's very assumptious of you to assume we were discussing you," I said.

Erica rolled her eyes,

"I heard you ask Ashely Martins about us as I walked past your table."

I was taken aback by her calling me out

"Well can you blame me? You're very intriguing," I said.

Erica didn't answer, she instead turned away, I didn't appreciate her ignoring me and decided to get her attention,

"It's just, your hair caught my attention, I've never seen hair as red as yours, is it natural?"

Erica didn't turn but she nodded. I took this as a sign to continue

"I know you've probably been told this but has anybody told you you look like an Irish princess?" I asked her.

Erica turned again, her golden eyes looked amused as she answered

"You know it's rude to stereotype people," she said amusedly.

I was about to answer her but the class started.

As Mr. Mason blabbered about cells and their purposes, I stole glances at Erica. Her face looked bored, and her eyes had a glassy look to them. I guess Bio bored her too.

My eyes moved to her hair. I wasn't lying when I said it was the reddest hair I had ever seen; Madison's hair hadn't even been that red. While Madison's hair had been an orange-red, Erica's hair was blood-red. It was so red in fact that if it hadn't been for her eyebrows I would have believed she had dyed it.

Erica's hair was also too silky looking to have been dyed. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt compelled to run my fingers through her hair. I reached out my hand and took a lock of her hair. It was the softest hair I had ever felt, it was just as silky as I imagined it to be.

I was suddenly pulled from my musings as two things happened simultaneously. First, Erica grabbed her hair from my hand and gave me a dirty look, and second, Mr. Mason shouted at me, asking what I thought I was doing.

"Shit!" I thought. I did not need this.

Erica's pov.

I walked to biology even though technically I didn't have to be there, since I had already finished all of the homework for this lab; but I was going in case anyone needed help. I remembered the day when it was announced that Biology was now a mandatory subject for all students, whether male or female. I was so lost the first time I took it, but somehow I got a C, which I was super proud of, so I understood the children's pain and decided to help tutor those that were struggling.

I walked into the classroom greeting Mr. Mason on my way in, and took my seat at the front of the class. A moment later, Luke walked in and I noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw the empty seat beside mine. Whatever. I decided to talk to my family through our Mental Link and discuss are upcoming hunting trip.

Romulus or Ray, my adoptive father, and Leah, my adoptive mother, along with Kenji and Sara were going up to Canada to hunt, while, Nephti,'Aron, Darien, and I were going to sneak into Louisiana to hunt Alligators.

I was interrupted from doing so when Luke started talking to me.

"Hello I'm Luke, it's a pleasure to meet you," he said.

I decided to play with him, maybe if I was lucky it would scare him away.

"I'm Erica, but I'm guessing you already knew that," I said.

Luke's face became confused, so I divulged.

"The people at this school have a nasty habit of gossiping,"

Luke's eyes told me he understood, but they also had a hint of annoyance in them

"That's very assumptious of you to assume we were discussing you," he told me.

I rolled my eyes. This kid had no idea that one, I was a vampire with super hearing, and two, Ashley Martins took every opportunity she had to gossip about my family.

"I heard you talking to Ashely Martins as I passed your table," I said.

I could tell he was taken aback by me calling him out. I could hear my family snickering in my head. I had a habit of doing this. Luke quickly recovered, though, and the next thing he said confirmed my belief about him being the typical human.

"Well can you blame me? You're very intriguing," he said.

I turned away, no longer interested in talking to him, but apparently Luke wasn't done talking to me, because I heard him ask if my hair was naturally red. I nodded. I wondered why it was so hard to believe that my hair was natural.

"Because humans don't have blood-red hair Erica,"

Nephti said through the mental link. This was typical behavior for me and my family. We often would have long mental discussions to pass the time, because when you're as old as we are, you need to pass the time. I remember we once had a full-blown debate about why red was an awful color to put on walls.

I was pulled once again from my mental dialogue by Luke. He asked me if anyone had told me I looked like an Irish Princess. I couldn't help but smile as I answered him, "You know it's very rude to stereotype people," I told him, bemused. Luckily for me, class started before he could reply.

I took that as my chance to talk with my family, and just as Sara asked us how we were planning to sneak in Lousiana, I felt a hand touching my hair. To say I was surprised was a huge understatement, No one, and I meant no one except Darien and Daddy ever touched my hair. I felt violated somehow.

I turned and snatched my hair out of Luke's hand as Mr. Mason asked him what he was doing, it was then for the first time Lukes soul and the color surprised me, it was grey. Damn, that's not good.